"COMMENTARY CANCER" ONESHOTS (PREDOMINANTLY SMUT.)

"Caught" (Will x Alex)

a/n: wc 1547 and uh i'm sorry this is so fucking filthy dirty i can't stop myself

Alex was so fucking horny. He couldn't get enough penetration. It was so good and amazing; almost some sort of addiction. Except, he had to get going soon. He had to go to a party with James, Will, and George, so he only had enough time for one more round. He was sweaty and looked a wreck as he thought about doing it again. Sprawled out on the bed with his legs spread open, he lined up the lubricated dildo up to his asshole and pushed the head in. He'd worn himself out by then, feeling pain now inside since he'd fucked himself senselese; the poor hole was sore to the touch. He rode it hard and fast while not thinking of how it would feel later. He cared about the feeling it gave him now.

Wincing, he pushed it all the way in.
"Fuck," he whispered to himself softly as he used his free hand to jack off slowly to meet his speed.

He moved the dildo up and all around until he found his prostate again for the fifth time tonight. Soon he adjusted his positioning so he could ride it while he found the spot his body absolutely needed. Since that was his favorite thing to do when he had found it.

"Oh, fuck," he repeated time and time again.

He bit his lip and let his body do its work, bouncing hard and fast on his sex-toy cock. He wished so fucking bad somebody was here to do this to him instead, but he really knew what he liked more than anyone. Also this way he didn't have to worry about the time and effort of getting attached to a guy who just wanted a quick fuck. But right now he didn't give a shit about that.

"Yeah, fuck yeah."

Whimpers left his mouth every so often, not bothering to suppress them since he was alone.

He wasn't alone.

Will had just arrived to pick him up, and got there earlier. He'd remembered the front door stayed unlocked on Saturdays, considering that was the day that George got home early in the morning. That way the door stayed unlocked for when Alex had to come home because of the "only one house key" situation. And since George paid most of the bills there, he kept the key. Alex didn't mind.

But anyways, Will walked in and heard a bed squeaking. Confused, he called out Alex's name.

"Alex?" He called, "You here?"

No answer.

But then he heard the moaning of his friend. He couldn't help but think of how much of a twink he had sounded, and wondered who was in there fucking him.

He made himself quiet down to try and hear for another voice, kind of hoping it wasn't a man in there making him feel that good for him to be whining so much.

But then it hit him.

There was nobody else.

Just Alex.

He inched closer to the bedroom door where the sound was escaping from, smiling to himself when he found the door was cracked enough to look into.

There he was, riding a blue dildo into his mattress.

Should I tell him I'm here? Will thought, panicking.
Should I just turn around and let him finish?

And the last question he was asking himself mentally was why he was watching him. This didn't make him gay, it made him human. How could any straight male hear noises like this and not get aroused? It sounded hot, it sounded pretty feminine, and just the overall view of Alex riding the fake dick that way somewhat made him envy the toy.